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COLUMBUS DAY. 


Christopher Columbus. 38 

Christopher Columbus Day. 39 

Legend of the Golden Cross._. 41 

Sailor Bold, A. 41 


LINCOLN S BIRTHDAY. 


Lincoln. 29 

Unveiling a Picture of Lincoln. 30 

Our Heroes. 31 

Our Lincoln. 31 

A Story about Lincoln. 32 

We’ll not Forget. . . 33 


MEMORIAL DAY. 


Memorial Day Song..... ............. . io 

Memorial Day . 10 

A Free Land and Free Flag. 11 

Memorial Day Song.•..... 12 

Memorial Day. 12 

Memorial Day. 13 

Columbia’s Call to the Flowers. 13 

Columbia’s Appeal. 14 

Boys’ Appeal. 14 

Were I a Woodland Flower..*. 15 

Song of the Rose. 16 

Columbia Answers the Roses. 17 

Song of the Daisies. 17 

Answer to Daisies. 18 

Song of the Violets. 18 

Answer to Violets. 19 

Red, White and Blue. 19 

To the G. A. R. 20 

Bonny Flag. 20 


WASHINGTON’S BIRTHDAY. 


Old Continentals. 21 

A Reception to George Washington. 23 

What’s in a Name. 28 

A February Plant. 28 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


For a Little Girl. 34 

For a Little Girl. 35 

For a Wee Boy with a Big Voice. 35 

Miss Importance. 37 

Mother Goose Operetta. 43 

Our National Flower. 36 

Qualifications for the Presidency. 36 

Soldiers, The. 34 

School House Flag. . 34 

Santa Claus Song.... 42 

What Little Ones Can Do. 38 

Young Patriot. 37 


















































Special. Days 


..IN.. 

The. Primary. School. 

MAY DAY FESTIVAL. 




DRAMATIS PERSONAE : 


Queen of the May, 
Maids of Honor, . 
Queen’s Guard, 
Roses, . 
Buttercups, 
Violets, 

Daisies, . 

Butterflies, 

Toadstools, 

Ferns, . 


* Four or eight Girls. 
Even number of Boys. 
Two, three or four. 
. Two, three or four. 

Two, three or four. 
. Two, three or four. 

Two, three or four. 
. Two, three or four. 
Two, three or four. 


There should be appropriate costumes for each flower. 
Butterflies dressed in thin yellow stuff with wings of wire 
covered with some gauzy material, spotted with black. 
Toadstools should be represented by tiny children hold¬ 
ing little parasols or umbrellas covered with cotton bat¬ 
ting tight down over their heads. Ferns in delicate green. 
All the flower dresses should he short and full. 

Queen dressed in white. Maids, also Queen’s guard, 
should have helmets, spears and shields. An elevated 


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SPECIAL DAYS. 


throne should be arranged. Guards enter and give a 
short military drill and march which ends in their form¬ 
ing two parallel lines on either side of throne, facing it. 
They recite a “Welcome to the Queen,” at the immediate 
close of which she enters. If found best, one boy may 
be chosen to recite alone with appropriate gestures: 

List! List! What do we hear ? 

Fairy bells ringing so soft and clear 
Tell us that our Queen is drawing near, 

Whom we are all adoring. 

Flowers will hasten our Queen to greet, 

And offer to her their incense sweet; 

The breezes will come with wings so fleet, 

Their praise and love out-pouring. 

The roses and the daisies, too, 

The buttercups and violets blue. 

The boys and girls so leal and true 
Will greet our Queen of May. 

List! List! What do we hear ? 

Hark! Hark ! She’s drawing near, 

Let’s welcome her we hold so dear, 

Our merry Queen of May. 

Hail! Hail! Dearest and blest, 

Sweetest and truest and loveliest; 

We will obey thy every behest, 

Serve and love thee fully. 

She comes ! Our Queen, our darling one, 

Our rapture is but just begun, 

She has no other subjects—none 
Who’ll love or serve more truly. 

We will to her good pleasure sue, 

We’ll give her all the rev’rence due, 

We’ll bend the knee in homage true 
To greet our Queen of May. 


MAY DAY FESTIVAL. 


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List! List! What do we hear ? 

Hark! Hark! She’s drawing near, 

Let’s welcome her we hold so dear, 

Our merry Queen of May. 

As the Queen, attended by her Maids of Honor, 
enters slowly, soft music should be played or a sweet 
bell tinkled in perfect time. The Guard drop to one knee 
and recite together, very slowly: 

“We vow to serve thee, 0, Queen. To this 
we pledge our lives, our fortunes and our sacred 
honors .” 

The Queen graciously signals them to rise and seats 
herself, assisted by the Maids, one of whom presents her 
with a scepter. Roses come peeping in and the Queen 
sees and beckons them to approach. They kneel before 
her, reciting: 

“ ‘Well,’ we think we hear you saying, 

‘ Who are these so bright and gay ? ’ 

We are little roses cbming 

Just to see our Queen of May.’’ 

(All.) “0, welcome little roses ! 

0, welcome, roses here ! 

Thrice welcome, little roses, 

For you our Queen holds dear.” 

Maids assist Roses to places at right of Queen. 
Enter Buttercups—singing or reciting: 

“ We’re three little buttercups, 

Wee little buttercups, 

Yellow and dewy and shy; 

May three little buttercups, 

Wee little buttercups, 

Gain but a glance of your eye ? ” 


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Chorus of all: 

“ Come here, little buttercups, 

Sweet little buttercups, 

Hither, come close to your Queen; 

You dear little buttercups, 

Sweet little buttercups, 

Prettiest ever were seen.” 

Maids assist Buttercups to places at left of throne. 

Enter Violets: 

“ We vi’lets must greet our Queen, 

We bring her fragrance sweet; 

Tho’ modest flowers, yet hope we 
To nestle at her feet. 

We are of woodland flow’rs the first 
T’ escape cold Winter’s reign, 

We hastened here the Spring to greet, 

Our Queen to see again.” 

Chorus of all: 

“ Come, come, violets come, 

We bid you welcome here; 

Come, come, violets come, 

Come, little violets, so dear.” 

Maids give Violets seats at feet of Queen. 

Enter Daisies: 

“ Now we see our Queen at last, daisies, 

Now we see our Queen so dear, 

Let us love her as we said, daisies, 

Be we ever faithful here. 

Let us be so kind and true, daisies, 

Let us never, never roam, 

And with her, our lovely Queen, daisies, 

Let us ever make our home.” 


MAY DAY FESTIVAL. 


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Chorus: 

“ See the dainty, little, white daisies, 

Come our dearest Queen to greet; 

Come and sit beside our Queen, daisies, 

Come, you little daisies sweet. ,, 

Daisies are seated by Violets. 

Enter Ferns, singing: 

“ We’re wearin’ o’ the green, 

We’re wearin’ o’ the green— 

May little ferns not venture in 
When wearin’ o’ the green ? ” 

Chorus: 

“ Come here, you darling little ferns, 

You cunning little things, 

Come, nestle at the feet of her 
Who joy and gladness brings.” 

Enter Toadstools, who speak with high pitched 
voices: 

“ Three little toadstools, 

Don’t you see ? 

Just as tunnin’ as 
We tan be. 

Where did we turn from ? 

We don’t know, 

Guess the same place 
As the flowers grow. 

What did we turn for ? 

To see our Queen, 

We sink she’s the prettiest 
Ever was seen.” 

The Toadstools sit flat down on floor so that just 
the tops of parasols show. The Guards stand in a group 
closer around the throne, a soft waltz is played while the 
Butterflies skip lightly in front of the whole group. 


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Some of the figures of a quadrille may be used. Finally 
they poise on either side of group. All unite in singing 
some pretty Maying song which ends the piece. If de¬ 
sired, the Guard, Maids and all but the Butterflies and 
Toadstools (who remain in center with the Queen) may 
form a circle and dance around the Queen while singing 
the chorus. 

MEMORIAL DAY SONG. 

Air:—“ Robin Adair.” 

Pluck, pluck the sweetest flow’rs, 

Oh, children dear, 

Pluck, pluck the sweetest flow’rs, 

Oh, children dear. 

Strew them o’er soldier’s graves, 

Where greenest grass e’er waves; 

O’er him who stern death braves 
Let fall a tear. 

Think of your homes so bright, 

By Freedom’s pow’r, 

Think of your homes so bright, 

By Freedom’s pow’r. 

Then with a thankful heart 
Let each one bear a part 
O’er him who felt death’s dart, 

Let fall a flow’r. 

MEMORIAL DAY. 

(For a little colored child who carries an evergreen wreath.) 

Oh, who has greater right than I 
Memorial Day to keep, 

Or place the evergreen on graves 
Where dear, dead soldiers sleep ? 


MEMORIAL DAY. 


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Tho’ I am but a little girl, (or boy), 

Fve heard of bye-gone days, 

Of cruel war and slavery, 

Of Lincoln, whom we praise. 

To those who freely gave their lives 
That all might equal be, 

Who struck from slav’ry ev’yy chain, 
And set a nation free. 

To each and all, I bring to-day, 

My tender, grateful love, 

And hope that on some soldie. s grave 
My wreath may lie above. 

A FREE LAND AND FREE FLAG. 

I see a room with faces bright, 

And eyes that sparkle clear, 

And children sing the songs they love 
Of home and country dear. 

For little children love to hear 
Of those men strong and brave, 

Who worked and fought and died for us, 
Who did our country save. 

Once these same men we talk of now 
Were just as small as we, 

They learned to love this flag of ours, 
Which waves o’er all the free. 

And if we love it when we’re small, 

And those who made it grand, 

When we get old enough to vote 
We’ll keep this a free land. 


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SPECIAL DAYS. 


MEMORIAL DAY SONG. 

May be sung by several little girls, carrying baskets of flowers. 

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Air:— Annie Laurie. Key of C. 

We come to scatter flow’rs 
Upon the soldiers’ graves, 

Who saved this land of ours, 

Who Freedom gave to slaves. 

Then scatter sweetest flow’rs, 

Oh, scatter full and free; 

Oh, scatter sweetest flow’rs; 

They died for you and me. 

Tho’ but little children, 

We come this day in May, 

Bringing fairest blossoms 
For Decoration Day. 

Then scatter sweetest flow’rs, 

Oh, scatter full and free; 

Oh, scatter sweetest flow’rs; 

They died for you and me. 




MEMORIAL DAY. 

(For a little Boy.) 

There was a time in bye-gone days, 
When men who loved the land 
Went forth to save it from it’s foes, 

A gallant, manly band. 

Now most of them have passed away, 
Those heroes true of ours, 

And little children meet to sing 
And deck their graves with flow’rs. 


MEMORIAL DAY. 


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MEMORIAL DAY. 

(For a little Girl.) 

I think that little girls 

Like flags and lots of noise, 

They like to sing and shout 
As well as do the boys. 

They love their country dear, 

And on Memorial Day 
They bring their sweetest flow’rs 
For soldiers passed away. 

COLUMBIA’S CALL TO THE FLOWERS. 

For Memorial Day. 

Songs with National or familiar airs. 

Columbia dressed in national colors with gilt crown, 
with name, Columbia , in legible letters, occupies an el¬ 
evated seat. 

Guard of any even number of boys enter and give a 
march and flag drill; then form in semi-circle around 
Columbia. Flowers should be dressed in appropriate 
colors—roses in red, daisies in white and violets in blue. 
There may be three, four or six of each flower. They 
should carry bunches of paper flowers of the kind each 
represents, as the real flower is apt to wilt, held in moist 
hands. When the song, “Red, White and Blue,” is sung, 
flowers form themselves into rows resembling the flag; 
alternate rows of roses and daisies, violets in corner. 

Columbia rises after Guard have formed in semi¬ 
circle and saluted her, and sings: 


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SPECIAL DAYS. 


COLUMBIA’S APPEAL. 

Air:—“ Bring Back my Bonnie to me.” 

So silent my soldiers are sleeping, 

Far scattered in South and in North, 

I’ll cease all my sorrow and weeping, 

And beg the sweet fiow’rs to come forth. 
Chorus: 

Come roses, come daisies, 

Come violets blue as the skies above; 

Come wildflow’rs, come grasses, 

Come, lie o’er the graves that we love. 
Dear flowers, we love you so dearly, 

You’re pure and so lovely and sweet, 

Tho’ we’ve searched thro’ this wide world all over, 
Than you there is nothing more meet.— Cho. 
For those, who like you, die for others, 

Like perfume their memory lives, 

And year after year, never failing, 

Our love sweet remembrances gives.— Cho. 
Oh, flowers, dear flowers, pray hasten 
Oh, will you not answer my call ? 

Columbia needs your attendance; 

Come, flowers, both large ones and small. 

—Cho. 

The Boys’ Guard, either in concert or select one 
from their number and sing the following : 

BOYS’ APPEAL. 

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Air:—“ Tenting To-night.” 

Oh, flowers dear, oh, hear our prayer, 

And come with fragrance sweet; 

Columbia calls ! Will you not hear 
And gather round her feet ? 



MEMORIAL DAY. 


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Many are the flow’rs that are springing up to-day, 
Blooming so bright and gay; 

Many are the flow’rs in the fields and woods and dells, 
Waiting Memorial Day. 

Come, flowers, come; come, flowers, come; 

Come, ’tis Memorial Day; 

Come, flowers, come; come, flowers, come; 

Come, ’tis Memorial Day. 

Of all the months of all the year, 

There’s none so sweet as May; 

Then come to us, oh, flowers dear, 

On May’s Memorial Day. 

Many are the flow’rs that are springing up to-day, 
Blooming so bright and gay; 

Many are the flow’rs in the fields and woods and dells, 
Wailing Memorial Day. 

Come, flowers, come; come, flowers, come; 

Come, ’tis Memorial Day; 

Come, flowers, come; come, flowers, come; 

Come, ’tis Memorial Day. 

One of the boys may step forward out of the ranks 
and sing as a solo the following—or two or three may 
together sing it: 

WERE I A WOODLAND FLOWER. 

Air:— “Wrap the Flag Around Me, Boys.” 

Oh, if I were a woodland flow’r 
In some beauteous dell, 

I’d gladly spend my life’s short hour 
My tale of love to tell. 

Where soldiers lie who died to save 
Their homes and country dear, 

And where the flags of freedom wave, 

I’d ever blossom near. 


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SPECIAL DAYS. 


Then come, oh, modest woodland flowT, 
And leave your lonely dell; 

Oh, come and spend your life’s short hour 
Your tale of love to tell. 

Oh, if I were the lovely rose, 

The garden’s beauteous queen, 

Whose every movement perfume throws, 
Adds beauty to each scene, 

Still would I come to deck the graves 
Of soldiers brave and true, 

Who lie where nodding grasses wave 
Beneath the skies so blue. 

Then come, oh, lovely blooming rose, 

Come, thou floweret's queen; 

Columbia calls you from repose, 

To this Memorial scene. 

SONG OF THE ROSE. 

Air: —“Tramp, Tramp, Tramp.” 

Enter Roses: 

In our homes so bright and fair, 

Did we hear Columbia’s call, 

And together have we hastened to her feet; 
And whatever her decree, 

None more readily than we 
Will yield us in obedience so sweet. 

Yes, we heard Columbia calling, 

And we hasten to her feet, 

What she bids us, we will do,— 

See, we kneel in homage true; 

Will she send us as her messengers so sweet ? 


MEMORIAL DAY. 


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COLUMBIA ANSWERS THE ROSES. 

Air:— “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp.” 

Dearest roses, well I knew 
In your hearts you were most true, 

Ere I called to you to leave your home so fair; 
Now your mission is to go 
To the brave ones lying low, 

And to tell them they are still remembered here. 

{All join) 

See the lovely roses gath’ring, 

Beauteous flow’rs, draw more near 
To the brave ones lying low, 

’Tis your mission now to go 
There to tell them they are still remembered here 

SONG OF THE DAISIES. 

Air:— “Just Before the Battle, Mother.” 
Enter Daisies: 

We are modest little daisies, 

Clad in gowns as white as snow; 

We have come to do your bidding, 

Only tell us where to go. 

Would you have us cheer the weary ? 

Shall we go to couch of pain ? 

For tired faces oft grow brighter 
When they look on us again. 

Only tell us, dear Columbia, 

What you wish that we may do, 

What sweet service we may render, 

You will find us ever true. 


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SPECIAL DAYS. 


ANSWER TO DAISIES. 

Air:— “Just Before the Battle, Mother.” 

(All sing.) 

See the lovely snow-white daisies, 

Can there be a flow’r more true ? 

They are more than ready—wishing 
That they may have work to do. 

Dearest daisies, oh, come hither, 

For you is a mission true, 

On Memorial Day to cover 
Graves of both the “gray” and “blue.” 

(Softly.) 

Dearest daisies, oh, come hither, 

For you is a mission true, 

On Memorial Day to cover 
Graves of both the “gray” and “blue.” 

SONG OF THE VIOLETS. 

Air:— “Rally ’Round the Flag.” 

(Violets are heard singing before they enter.) 

We violets are hurrying fast, 

We heard you calling here,— 

(Coming, yes, we’re surely coming,) 

There are many thousand more of us 
Who follow without fear. 

(Coming, yes, we’re surely coming.) 

We always are ready 
To hear Columbia’s voice, 

To weep when she bids us, or to rejoice, 


MEMORIAL DAY. 


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For we are little violets, 

We love Columbia dear. 

(Coming, yes, we’re surely coming.) 

[Enter Violets.] 

ANSWER TO VIOLETS. 

Air:— “Rally ’Round the Flag.” 

(All sing.) 

Dear violets, how glad we are 
To bid you welcome sweet. 

(Coming, oh, we’re glad you’re coming!) 

You’ve left your dewy woodland home 
To seek Columbia’s feet. 

(Coming, oh, we’re glad you’re coming!) 

Dear violets, we love you, 

Dear violets so blue, 

Wherever you wander, with hearts ever true, 
Columbia to you has given 
A mission dear to all. 

Violets dear, we’re glad you’re coming! 

RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 

Sung by Roses, Daisies and Violets. 

Air:—“ Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean.” 
Columbia, we ever adore thee, 

We ever will answer thy call; 

We ever will honor all thy soldiers, 

And mark ev’ry spot where they fall. 

We will come from the field and the forest, 
We will come from the gardens fair, 

Where Columbia bids our attendance, 

Not a flow’r will be wanting there. 


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SPECIAL DAYS. 


For we make the red, white and bine! 

For we make the red, white and blue! 

The rose and the daisy and violet, 

Yes, we make the red, white and blue ! 

All join in rousing chorus of “ Three Cheers for the 
Red, White and Blue.” &c. 


TO THE G. A. R. 


Oh, the dear, dead soldiers, 
We love them so well, 

We sing of them often 
Their praises we’ll tell. 

Ever faithful and true 
To their country’s trust, 
They fought for her nobly, 

To die if they must. 

Oh, dear living soldiers, 

We love you well, too, 

Then come to us often, 

Dear, dear “ Boys in Blue.” 

BONNY FLAG. 

Song. Air:—“ Baby Mine.” 

Oh, I love to see you waving, 
Bonny flag, bonny flag; 

And I feel like danger braving, 
Bonny flag, bonny flag; 


WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY. 


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Oh, the red, the white, the blue, 

Oh, the beautiful, the true, 

All my heart goes out to you, 
Bonny flag, bonny flag; 

All my heart goes out to you, 
Bonny flag. 

In the thickest of the battle, 

Bonny flag, bonny flag; 

There, amid the drum’s loud rattle, 
Bonny flag, bonny flag; 

You were carried to the fore, 

There, in spite of cannon’s roar, 
Did the soldiers love you more, 
Bonny flag, bonny flag; 

Did the soldiers love you more, 
Bonny flag. 


OLD CONTINENTALS. 

For Washington’s Birthday. 

Seven boys are to represent Continental soldiers. 
They are to be dressed in tattered clothing and old 
three-cornered hats, carry wooden guns. They are to 
be bent and feeble and speak in high-pitched, quavering 
voices. They march around, then form in line, still 
bent. Each one in turn recites one verse. Then they 
limp slowly away. Much preparatory language work 
can be done with this piece. 

First Boy: 

“We are old Continentals, 

In ragged regimentals.” 


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SPECIAL DAYS. 


Once we were both young and strong, 
We were fond of mirth and song, 

But now we’re old and very gray, 

For many years have passed away. 

Second Boy: 

We were at that tea party, 

Where the tea was made so hearty 
For the mermaids and fishes 
Which we served with best wishes. 

We wore red paint and feathers then, 
All dressed up like Indian men. 

Third Boy: 

Yes, we fought for Washington 
With the bayonet and gun; 

Drove the British red-coats out, 

Put them all to flight and rout,— 

They say King George felt very queer, 
The way we acted over here. 

Fourth Boy: 

Once, ’twas at the Xmas time,— 
’Stead of list’ning to the chime 
Of the Xmas bells so sweet, 

We, with frozen, bleeding feet, 

Were down at Valley Forge, where we 
Did very little Xmas see. 

Fifth Boy: 

I remember very well, 

And I always like to tell 

How we played that trick so nice: 

Crossed the river on the ice, 

And when the enemy awoke, 

Guess that they didn’t like our joke. 


Washington’s birthday. 


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Sixth Boy: 

Well, you see, our British foes 
Couldn’t lead us by the nose; 

Thought they’d better go back home, 

Sort of wished they hadn’t come, 

Found the men from the field and farm 
Gave them a welcome rather warm. 

Seventh Boy: 

It is long since that first gun 
I heard fired at Lexington, 

When the men laid down the plow, 

Girded on the sword;—but now , 

Now the last old Continentals 
Dress in ragged regimentals. 

A RECEPTION TO GEORGE WASHINGTON, 
FEB. 22d. 

Note. —The children of a modern public school have 
invited Gen. and Lady Washington to a reception given 
in their honor, Feb. 22d. A committee of six—three 
boys and three girls—is to receive and welcome them. 
Washington and his wife are to be dressed in Colonial 
style—powdered hair, three-cornered hat, etc., the com¬ 
mittee in nineteenth century garb. In the school-room 
a slightly elevated platform should be arranged with two 
chairs in readiness. A telephone may be borrowed for 
the occasion or some imitation arranged. A bicycle 
(child’s) should stand in one corner in readiness for use. 
The committee should await the appearance of their dis¬ 
tinguished guests and greet them with respect. Gen. and 
and Lady Washington respond with dignity. They enter 


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slowly and are shown their seats by two members of the 
committee. 

First Boy: 

We sent a carriage to go and meet each train, 

We telegraphed over and over again; 

Our reporters interviewed all they could meet 
At White House, Mt. Vernon, at home and in street; 
When your Excellency left, no one could tell; 

We feared our reception would turn out a sell. 

Washington ( slowly): 

My young man, your speech is so rapid, I fear 
That to me its meaning is not very clear; 

Knowing the distance to this far western land, 

I arranged to have relays of horses at hand; 

We’ve accomplished our journey without trouble 
In very short time—I tho’t ’twould take double. 
Second Boy: 

Your Excellency’s pardon ! Mean you to say 
You traveled with horses the whole of the way ? 
Washington: 

Why, how else could we come? Dear sir, you’re aware 
(Excuse, please, my smile !) there’s no road thro’ the air ! 
Trouble from Indians we feared when we started. 

Not one have we seen since the day we departed. 
{Committee look at each other i?i a perplexed way.) 
Lady Washington: 

I am glad we are here. Now may I inquire 
What strange screaming monsters were breathing out 
And tearing along at so frightful a pace, [fire, 

For all the world just as if running a race ? 

I marveled greatly at their furious haste ! 

Pray, tell me, were they by the Indians chased ? 


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First Girl speaks: 

My dear, dear Madam, you most surely must know 
That our carriages now by steam do swiftly go. 

The fiery monsters you saw rushing so fast 
Were steam engines, breathing out smoke as they 
passed, 

And people now travel in cars drawn by steam 
So fast that it really seems quite like a dream. 

Lady Washington: 

Like a nightmare! It seemed witches were in it! 

I gazed after—but ’twas gone in a minute. 

Four weeks did we journey in carriage of state, 

And greatly I feared lest perchance we’d be late; 

Now, if by that monster of iron we had come, 

Pray, tell me how lately should we have left home ? 

Sec071 d Girl speaks: 

Why, if you should come without any delays , 

I think you could get here inside of two days. 

Lady Washington: 

Why, I never heard of such marvelous things ! 

’Tis really the next thing to trav’ling with wings! 

(She turns to G. W.) 

Now, tell me, my dear, heard you aught like to this ? 

: Why, nothings they tell us, can now seem amiss ! 

Enter a boy with telegram in yellow envelope , 
which he hands to G. W., who opens and reads: 

To our well-beloved chief,—best wishes we send 
Upon this, his birthday. Peace ever attend 
His pathway, and that of the lady whose name 
Is linked with his own on the pages of fame. 


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This comes from the schools of his own native state. 

Washington shows much surprise, turns it over and 
examines it carefully, then exclaims: 

Why, when was this written? Just look at the date ! 
The date of to-day! Am I losing my sight ? 

Feb. 22 ! Am I reading this right? 

Did your iron monster steam this message to me ? 
How else could it come? ( Turns to Lady Washington.) 
Now can you, my dear, see ? 

Lady Washington: 

Not I } no, indeed ! I’m with wonderment filled; 

In matters of witch-craft I’m wholly unskilled. 

Third Boy speaks: 

No witch-craft is here, my dear madam, you see; 

A telegram sent by electricity; 

Like lightning it travels its message to bring 
To hut of a peasant or court of a king. 

’Tis the servant of man. Now, may we show you 
Another great wonder, we can with it do: 

Turns to telephone, rings, calls: 

Hello ! Hello, central! Give me Faneuil Hall! 

Please tell me, dear sir, on whom you care to call; 
What friend of your prime would you talk with to-day ? 
Just tell me his name—he’ll be here right away. 

Ben Franklin? He’ll come when he hears the bell 
ring, 

For, ’twas his kite , you know, that started this thing! 

Washington steps to phone, is shown how to use it, 
calls: 

Are you there, my dear friend ? What is the matter ? 
Speak plainly, I pray, for I hear such a clatter. 


Washington’s birthday. 


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( Voice heardj 

I say—many happy returns of the day! 

Hope you’ll have a good time as long as you stay; 
Excuse the suggestion, but while you abide 
In Chicago, do take a bicycle ride. 

As your lady is with you, why don’t you take 
A whirling good spin on the drive by the lake. 

(Ring off telephone.') 

Third Girl: 

We have a wheel here and can show you its speed, 
You jump on, Harry, I’ll let you take the lead. 

( They ride around space before George and Martha , 
who gaze with interest and wonder. Then they rise and 
walk forward , addressing the children: ) 

Lady Washington: 

The wonders you show are marvelous, ’tis true. 
Washington (to children:) 

Perhaps the years to come may astonish you. 

Lady Washington: 

Can we not find some common ground on which we all 
may meet, 

Some tender tale that once we loved, some olden 
mem’ry sweet. 

( Turning to her husband.) 

Come now, my dear, I pray you place your honored 
hand in mine, 

And let us sing as once we sung in days of “Auld Lang 
Syne.” 

The six children form a semi-circle, with George and 
Martha in the middle, and the whole school may join in 
softly singing “Auld Lang Syne.” 


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WHAT’S IN A NAME ? 

Dear friends, I s’pose you all have heard 
The story of the hatchet ? 

Well, I chopped down my father’s tree, 
Didn’t I just “catch it! ” 

My father said, “ George W. Jones , 

Did you cut down that tree ? ” 

And, disregarding grammar’s rules, 

I said, “ Yeth thir, t’wath me.” 

I proudly waited, then, to hear 
Him praise my truthful tongue; 

But next I knew, I danced in air, 

Then ’cross his knee I swung. 

He used a switch from that same tree, 
And pointed his remarks. 

He said, “ I want it understood, 

You’ll have no more such larks ! ” 

Some how, since then I haven’t cared 
To be like men of fame; 

I was called after Washington, 

But then—“What’s in a name?” 

In pensive moments still I sigh, 

I’ll never quite forget 
That miser’ble old cherry tree; 

It stings in mem’ry yet! 

A FEBRUARY PLANT. 

Life holds for us adventures strange, 

As most of us do see, 

And here is one that happened once 
To Willie-boy, aged three; 


Lincoln’s birthday. 


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E’en now, to him a hatchet brings 
Strange tho’ts of most peculiar things. 
One day, while digging in the yard 
To make his garden over, 

His little spade struck something hard; 

This he did discover 
To be a rusty hatchet head, 

And, seizing it with joy he fled. 

He loudly called, “ Look, mamma, look ! 

It’s Washington’s, you know; 

I’ve found a place in our back yard 
Where little hatchets grow ! 

Isn’t it fine for little boys, 

When in their gardens grow such toys ? 
Now, mamma, where’s your cherry-tree ? 

I want to make you proud, 

For now I’ll be the President! ” 

Said Willie, very loud. 

“ I’m ready now, bring on your tree, 

Or, just as well, bring two or three ! ” 

“ But, Willie dear,” said mamma’s voice, 

“ You do not understand, 

You must do more than chop up trees 
Before you rule this land; 

You must be brave, and wise, and good.” 
Said Will, “ I’d rather chop up wood ! ” 

LINCOLN. 

0 Lincoln, born in poverty, 

Yet rich in manhood’s worth; 

Whose heart was big with sympathy 
For all th’ oppressed of earth, 


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Whose strong hand was always ready 
To help all those in need,— 

Who knew if Lincoln was their friend, 

They had a friend indeed. 

We little children love yonr name, 

We’re proud to come to-day 

To tell our friends all we have learned 
About our country’s stay. 

We’re proud to know that we may live 
In this brave country, free; 

May ev’ry child in this broad land, 

0 , Lincoln, honor thee ! 

UNVEILING A PICTURE OF LINCOLN. 

In the roll-call of our heroes 
There comes the name of one, 

Who will ever be remembered 
With noble Washington. 

Nor prince nor king can rival him, • 

His mem’ry e’er will last, 

For God’s best work—an honest man— 

Can never be surpassed. 

Would you know whose face is hidden 
By the flag’s loyal fold ? 

Know the one whose gift to country 
Outweighs a gift of gold ? 

Look ! You see we draw the curtain, 

Now, behold Lincoln's face ! 

Among our most cherished pictures 
We gladly give it place. 


Lincoln’s birthday. 


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OUR HEROES. 

Who the unknown sea did sail across, 

Who suffered dangers, perils and loss 
To give this New World at last to us? 

Christopher Columbus. 

Who, when tyranny threatened our land, 

Led our brave fathers, a hero band, 

And “Father of his Country” will stand? 

George Washington. 

When slav’ry darkened our country’s fame, 

And our flag was subjected to insult and shame, 
Who saved our land ? Oh, tell me his name ! 

Abraham Lincoln. 

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OUR LINCOLN. 

My father likes to talk to me 
Of great men, who, when hoys, 

Had never any books like mine, 

And hardly any toys. 

But all they learned they worked for hard , 
And scarce had time to play, 

Yet they, when men, would well compare 
With those of this late day. 

For Lincoln was a man like this; 

He worked hard thro’ the day, 

He studied by himself at night, 

And oft till morning gray. 

He had the very kindest heart, 

Tho’ his work ’twould double; 

He’d ride and ride many a mile 
To help one in trouble. 


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No wonder, then, the people love 
The name of Lincoln dear; 

No wonder, they their children tell 
Of what he did when here. 

His was the pen whose signing made 
The colored people free ! 

And his a life from which we learn 
What noble lives can be ! 

A STORY ABOUT LINCOLN. 

I read a story long ago 
About a noble man, 

Perhaps I can remember it— 

I’ll tell it if I can. 

It happened many years ago, 

Before the railroads came; 

(At least a number very small 
The western states could claim.) 

Some lawyers once were riding fast 
To reach a court-house town, 

Their road led through a pleasant wood, 
And past a cornfield brown. 

They passed the time in pleasant chat, 
They said they hoped to find 

A nice hot meal awaiting them— 

For none of them had dined. 

Said one of them : “ We must ride fast, 
’Tis getting very late.” 

So riding fast, they hurried on 
Till some one said : “ Oh, wait; 


LINCOLN^ BIRTHDAY. 


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Just hear that pleading, anxious voice, 
Some poor, weak thing’s in pain; 

I can’t go on and leave it so, 

Unless my search is vain.” 

So he remained; the rest went on, 

The wailing cry he heard 

He traced, until at last he found 
A little baby bird. 

And hunting still, he found the nest 
From which the birdie fell; 

Replacing it, he started on, 

Content that all was well. 

And when he reached his stopping-place, 
And met his friends again, 

He said he simply could not leave 
The little bird in pain. 

’Twas Lincoln's tender, helpful heart 
That could not help but give ! 

And in our grateful hearts to-day 
Let Lincoln’s mem’ry live. 


WE’LL NOT FORGET. 

(For a little Boy.) 

Lincoln’s Birthday or Memorial Day. 
Now the cruel war is over,— 

Yes, years have passed since then; 
The little boys of those sad days 
Are now the grown-up men. 

Tho’ we are just little fellows, 

And we don’t have to fight, 

We’ll not forget the men who did , 

And battled for the Right! 


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FOR A LITTLE GIRL. 

Memorial Day or Lincoln’s Birthday. 

Tho’ I am but a little girl, 

I love the soldiers true; 

I know how brave they fought, and well, 
Those boys who wore the Blue. 

I bro’t some flowers here to-day, 

The others bro’t some, too, 

To scatter them above the graves 
Of those who wore the Blue. 

THE SOLDIERS. 

They gathered at their country’s call, 
They left their homes so dear; 

From ev’ry part of this broad land 
They came from far and near. 

Some found their graves in far-off South, 
Some leave us ev’ry year; 

But some are with us here to-day, 

In this, our school-room dear. 

We honor them, this vet’ran band, 

Tho’ here they cannot stay; 

Yet in our hearts we’ll cherish them, 
When they have passed away. 

THE SCHOOL-HOUSE FLAG. 

When I am on my way to school 
I always look up high, 

To see our flag which looks so bright 
Against the dark, blue sky. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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As it floats upon the breezes, 

It seems to say to me: 

“Where /am, there is honor found, 

Where’er I wave, ’tis free.” 

Then, children, let us love this flag 
Which waves o’er us to-day, 

The flag for which our fathers fought 
Should honored be alway. 

FOR A LITTLE BOY. 

Will you let me say one word ? 

I have, too, the story heard 
How our land for us was saved 
By the men who danger braved. 

Let us never once forget 

What they did and what they met, 

Let us strew with flow’rs the graves 
Over which the flag still waves. 

FOR A WEE BOY WITH A BIG VOICE. 

Little boys make great, big men! 

’Spect you all will think so when 
I’m grown up so large and tall 
As I think I’ll be next fall. 

My name’s-, and I think 

That perhaps ’twill make you wink 
Real hard, and stop up your ears 
When you hear my kind of cheers. 

(Gives three lourf sneers*} 


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OUR NATIONAL FLOWER. 

The flower of England’s the rose , 

The lily’s the flower of France, 

And the thistle of Scotland blows 
And blooms in the poet’s romance,— 
Irishmen brave, the world over, 

Praises sing of three-leafed clover. 

These all are fair, we love them, too, 

Yet we, in this country of ours, 

Where waves the red, the white, the blue, 

And where grow earth’s fairest flowers, 

Of all that blooms above the sod, 

Still think we love the golden-rod. 

QUALIFICATION FOR THE PRESIDENCY. 

I can’t name all the Presidents 
We’ve had in this great land ; 

I do not remember many, 

I’m young , you understand. 

I’ve heard of Mr. Washington, 

The great, the wise, the good; 

He spent his time in chopping trees,— 

I think for kindling wood. 

And so they made him President, 

And for eight years or so 
I s’pose he went on chopping wood,— 

For what, I do not know. 

It must have made an awful pile 
Out in his back yard lot! 

And if they used it all for fires, 

It must have been quite hot. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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But steam heats all the houses now, 

Or gas, or furnace fire, 

And what a President does now , 

I really must inquire. 

MISS IMPORTANCE. 

When I get to be a grown-up— 

My mamma thinks this true— 

She says that most prob-a-bil-ly 
I’ll do what she can’t do. 

It’s really very important! 

I’d like you all to note, 

Where I intend to be going, 

Is to the polls and vote! 

Then, it wouldn’t be surprising, 

If me the people sent 

To go to live in Washington, 

As Mistress President! 

And when I am in the White House, 

A lady, big and grand, 

Won’t you feel glad that you know me, 
And come and shake my hand ? 

A YOUNG PATRIOT. 

(Holding a Flag.) 

I think this is the finest country 
There is on this great world ! 

And this is the most beautiful flag 
That ever was unfurled! 


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I’m proud to think I live in the land 
Of the brave, true and free; 

And I will act so my mother-land 
Proudly may think of me. 

Some day, perhaps, I’ll be President, 

And folks will say of me, 

“ When he was a boy he loved the flag; ” 
Don’t laugh—just wait and see. 

WHAT LITTLE ONES CAN DO. 

What can we do, who are so small, 

Our thankfulness to show 
To soldiers dear who died for us 
So many years ago ? 

Why, we can sing and talk of them, 

And never once forget 
How brave and true and good they were, 
Who live in mem’ry yet. 

CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS. 

Who was it, born so far away, 

Whose deeds we’re talking o’er to-day, 
Whose name remembered is alway ? 
Christopher Columbus. 

Who, when he was a little boy, 

Instead of playing with a toy, 

Would watch the ships and boats with joy? 
Christopher Columbus* 


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And then when he was older grown, 
Who had ideas of his own , 

Who sailed a ship to lands unknown ? 
Christopher Columbus. 

When others tho’t the world was flat, 
Who knew very much more than that, 
And proved it in a way quite pat ? 
Christopher Columbus. 

Who, unknown seas did sail across, 

Who suffered dangers, perils, loss, 

To give this “ New World” unto us ? 
Christopher Columbus. 

COLUMBUS DAY. 

Columbus—A Boy. 

Four nundred years ago and more, 

A little baby boy 
First saw the sun, in Italy, 

And was his mother’s joy. 

This little boy, as he grew up, 

So loved the waters blue,— 

He’d watch the ships as they came in. 
“ I’ll be a sailor, too, 

“ When I’m a man! ” he’d often say, 
And look with longing eyes 
Out on the ocean, far away. 

To where the sunset dies; 

“ When I’m a man I’ll sail a ship 
Where none have been before, 

And find what curious things there are 
Upon some unknown shore.” 


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SPECIAL DAYS. 


Columbus —A Man. 

Columbus, now to manhood grown, 
A sailor is, and brave, 

And many a year, without fear. 
Has he sailed the briny wave. 

He planned a trip to India, 

And tho’t and oft did say, 

“ The world is round,—and I believe 
I’ll go the other way, 

“ And find a shorter path to reach 
This land of pearls and gold; 

If I can gain by something new , 

I’ll stick no more to old” 

But even then, as it is now, 

Was needed something more 

Than pure, devoted industry, 

To reach a far-off shore. 

At many courts he asked for aid, 
But always was denied; 

He met with cruel treachery, 

As well as scorn and pride. 

At last, Queen Isabella, good, 

By pledging jeweled crown, 

Gave money him two ships to buy, 
And gained a world’s renown. 

For in every enterprise,— 

I’m sure you’ll find this so,— 

The women have to give some help 
Before the thing will go. 


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A SAILOR BOLD. 

Song. Air: — “ Yankee Doodle.” 

Columbus was a sailor bold 
Who roamed the waters o’er, 

He sailed on many dark blue seas 
Where none had been before. 

Chorus: 

Columous tho’t the world was round; 

The folks tho’t him mistaken, 

He stood an egg upon the end 
To explain the situation. 

And then he had an awful time 
Till he got westward bound, 

Had it not been for Isabel 
We’d never yet been found.— Cho. 

For she pledged all her jewels rare 
And bought him vessels two, 

Then with his men he started out 
To cross the ocean blue.— Cho. 




LEGEND OF THE GOLDEN CROSS. 

Columbus, wnen he left his home 
And westward journeyed far, 

Saw in his dreams for many nights 
A bright peculiar star. 

And as he gazed upon this star, 

It seemed to him to spread; 

He saw an angel with a crown 
Of glory ’round his head. 


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SPECIAL DAYS. 


The angel held in his two hands 
A shining golden cross, 

And seemed to whisper soft and low: 

“ Thro’ perils, thro’ loss, 

I pray you follow, follow me, 

Nor let hope leave your breast. 

Let ‘ on and on ’ your watchword be, 

And leave to God the rest.” 

Columbus heard this voice of hope, 

Nor lingered to obey, 

But patiently he followed on 
Many a weary day. 

And when at last he reached the end, 

And gained his heart’s desire, 

The Golden Cross he saw o’erhead 
In glorious tints of fire. 

SANTA CLAUS SONG. 

Air:— “Sweet Marie.” 

I’m as happy as a bird, 

Santa Claus, 

For I’m sure that you have heard, 

Santa Claus, 

How I’m hoping ev’ry day 

That you’re really on your way, 

And that soon we’ll hear your sleigh, 

Santa Claus. 

Oh, the dolls ! Santa Claus ! 

Oh, the toys ! Santa Claus ! 

Oh, the happy, happy, happy girls and boys 

Oh, how merrily we’ll sing, 


MOTHER GOOSE OPERETTA. 


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When we hear yonr sleigh-bells ring! 

For we love like ev’ry thing, 

Santa Claus. 

Oh, I hear your bells ringing, 

Santa Claus, 

I scarce can keep from singing, 

Santa Claus. 

Oh, such gladness and such joy, 

To each little girl and boy 
Comes when you are drawing nigh, 

Santa Claus. 

Oh, the dolls , Santa Claus ! 

Oh, the toys , Santa Claus ! 

Oh, the happy, happy, happy girls and boys! 
Oh, how merrily we’ll sing 
When we hear your sleigh-bells ring 
For we love like ev’ry thing, 

Santa Claus. 


MOTHER GOOSE OPERETTA. 

Music by Mr. Elliott. 

For Xmas Entertainments or Close of Term. 


Characters : 
Mother Goose. 

Old Woman-in-the-Shoe. 
Man-in-the-Moon. 

Old Man in Leather 
Old Woman. 

Humpty Dumpty. 

Tom, The Piper’s Son. 
Tommie Tucker. 

Little Boy Blue. 

Jack Horner. 


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Simple Simon. 

Jack and Jill. 

Little Bopeep. 

Mary, Quite Contrary. 

Georgie Porgie. 

Costumes can be copied from any illustrated “Mother 
Goose” book. 

Man-in-the-Moon should wear a large pasteboard 
moon face. 

Humpty Dumpty , an immense egg face just showing 
legs below. 

Tom , the Piper's Son , should carry a large canton 
flannel pig under his arm which he should make occa¬ 
sional squeaks for. 

Jack Horner should be provided with a real pie, 
from which he can pull out a real plum. 

Simple Simon should be drilled very carefully in the 
acting of his part. He should have a slouching walk, 
open mouth and, when standing in his place, should be 
fishing busily. 

Mother Goose should wear the traditional high 
peaked hat and red dress. 

Old Woman wears hat, spectacles and kerchief. 

The whole thing should be entered into with great 
spirit. 

Scene opens with Mother Goose seated in rocking 
chair. She begins talking at once; holds an opened let¬ 
ter in her hand: “ Here is a letter from my daughter 

who lives in a shoe. She wants to come and make me a 
visit. I have not seen her or her children for a very long 
time, but I’ve heard that they have not changed a bit— 
just the same-acting children as they used to be! Well, 
some of them were certainly very rude and I was hoping 
they’d outgrow it. 


MOTHER GOOSE OPERETTA. 


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“ My daughter writes me that she is rather tired of 
living in a shoe. Her landlord does not keep it in good 
repair, for it has been “ out at the toe and down at the 
heel” so long that she is out of all patience. She thinks 
she would like a flat in Chicago—wants to come and visit 
me till she finds a good location. I’m afraid she will have 
trouble in getting one with such a family of children as 
hers. She never could keep them in that old shoe—they 
were always climbing out and getting into trouble. Just 
fancy them here in the city! Oh, dear, I know they’ll be 
carried off in the patrol wagon or be brought home in 
an ambulance or be drowned in the lake and never 
come home at all! Or (sobbing), they’ll all drink the 
city water that hasn’t been boiled and choke themselves ! 
I’m sure they’d be safer if Mr. Buffalo Bill would let 
them travel with his ‘Wild West Show,’ the dear, gentle, 
playful little things ! ” 

(Noise of voices, feet, a horn, etc., heard outside.) 

“ Why, what is that ? I wonder if there’s a fire some¬ 
where ! ” 

(Loud knocks heard at door. She opens it and raises 
her hands in amazement while the Old Woman enters 
with children, whom she is trying to quiet. They sing 
“Hey, Diddle, Diddle.”) 


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Hey diddle, diddle, 

The cat and the fiddle, 

The cow jumped over the moon, 

The little dog laughed 
To see such sport, 

And the dish ran away with the spoon. 


{The Old Woman bustles around , shakes some of 
the children while song is going on—then turns to 
Mother Goose t who has been looking on in wonder .) 

“ Did you get my letter, mother ? I wrote you that 
I had decided to move. I felt that now you are getting 
old it would be a great comfort to you to have the dear 
children near you. They are such comforts! Every 
body loves them! They can’t help it, you know! ” 




























































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Mother Goose: 

“Well, daughter, sit down ! I’m really so taken by 
surprise that I don’t know what to say. But, of course, 
I’m glad to see you. But, mercy! What’s the matter 
with the boy ? ” 

(7hw, the Piper's Son, with pig under his arm , 
rushes wildly across the front , then stands facing audi- 
ence, while all sing:) 

Tom, Tom, the piper’s son, 

Stole a pig and away he run; 

The pig was eat, 

And Tom was beat, 

And he ran crying down the street. 

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(Old Woman, in a squeaky voice:) 

“ Come here, Tommy; come right here to your 
mother. I’ll have no more pigs stolen.” ( Takes him 
across her lap and spanks him while he cries.) “But let 
me feel that pig. Now that you have him, Tommy, we 
might as well make the best of him; and / think he's 
best roasted and served with apple sauce. That will 
punish Mr. Piggy for letting Tommy steal him. Tom 
has already been punished, so everybody is punished and 
everybody is happy. But, Tommy (shaking her fore¬ 
finger at him), don't you steal any more pigs or you shall 
never eat another sausage ! ” 

(Tommy digs his fist into his eyes , takes his pig and 
sits down 071 the floor at one side) 

(Mother Goose looks around.) 

“ Come here, little Bopeep, why do you look so sad?” 
(Bopeep comes forward, crying:) 

“ Oh, my sheep ! I can’t tell where to find them.” 
Mother Goose: 

“ Why, tell your old grandmother all about it. Per¬ 
haps they’ve gotten as far as the stock-yards.” 

(All sing.) 







































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SPECIAL LAYS. 


(.Mother Goose pats Bopeep on the head.) 

“Don’t cry, dear little Bopeep, Mother Goose will 
buy you a whole book of tales some day.” 

(.Bopeep steps to one side.) 

(Tommy Tucker comes up to Mother Goose , leans 
on her lap and looks uito her face.) 

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“ Little Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper.” 

He sings: 

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Mother Goose: 

“White bread and butter.” 

Tommy Tucker: 

How shall I cut it without any knife ? 

How shall I marry without any wife?” 


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“Why, little Mary, you’re all right. I’d like to see 
your garden with all its shells and bells and pretty maids. 
Now, here comes the twins, bless their hearts ! ” 

(Jack and Jill , with pail between them , advance to 
front while song is being snug. As soon as third verse 
is finished y the Old Woman makes a dive at Jill and 
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56 


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57 


(Little Jack Horner , with pie in his hand , goes to 
the front when song is sung. At words “pulled out a 
plumf he pulls out a big raisin , holds it up to view , 
then pops it into his mouth. At close of song he sits 
down in the corner and enjoys his pie.) 


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old woman start from opposite sides of stage when song 
is begun. They walk very slowly , meet about center of 
front and bow very low at each “How d'ye do ” and 
“Fare thee well,” then crossing , they stand at opposite 
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“ Why, where’s my little Boy Blue ? ” 

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song is being sung. They act in pantomime. At close 
of second verse the pieman asses on, while Simple 
Simon proceeds to fish from his pail while third verse 
is sung. He can be at left of center and remain there 
continuing his fishing during the rest of the play) 


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MOTHER GOOSE OPERETTA. 


61 


2 Says the man to Simple Simon, “Do you mean to 

pay ? ” 

Says Simon, “ Yes, of course I do,” and then he ran 
away. 

3 Simple Simon went a-fishing, for to catch a whale; 
But all the water he could find was in his mother’s 

pail. 

{After “Simple Simon ” is sung all join in chorus , 
standing .) 


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62 


SPECIAL DAYS. 




2 The king was in his counting-house, 

Counting out his money; 

The queen was in the parlor, 

Eating bread and honey; 

The maid was in the garden, 

Hanging out the clothes, 

When up came a blackbird 
And nipped off her nose. 

(.Mother Goose and the Old Woman , hand in hand 
walk to the front and sing the final song very slowly 
and with emphasis. When finished , all the performers 
make a very low bow.) 



































































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63 


THREE CHILDREN SLIDING ON THE ICE. 




Or sliding on dry ground, 

A thousand dollars to a cent, 

They had not all been drowned. 

3 You parents all, who children have, 
And you, too, that have none, 

If you would keep them safe abroad, 
Pray, keep them safe at home. 

































































































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